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Fishing the Missouri

©1-31-19, Olan L. Smith

The Missouri river calls for me,

And out of love for her I fish

Her banks and try to catch a meal.

I plant my rod in the sandy shoal

After casting my line in hope to lure

A channel cat to satisfy my want for food.

The long tired river flows to us,

And I have witnessed her rage outside

Her banks where she flowed from

Cliff to cliff, bluff to bluff, to take back

From farmers and brave cities who built

Too close. House tumbling down the river

As if it were nothing but in the way.

Levees fail, dams collapse; nothing stops

Her course to the Mississippi or her water's

Journey to New Orleans. Currently she's gentle

Flowing pass at a slow rate allowing me

A chance to take home my catch. Thank

You Big Muddy, you are both friend

And cleansing spirit for those who dare.